Oh, my darling! My husband! where in all the wide world are you this stormy night ?" There was a rap at the door.

She thrust the locket again in her bosom, choked back the hysterical passion of tears rising in her heart, crossed the room, and opened the door.

Her visitor was Doctor Danton.
"I thought I should find you here," he said, entering.
"How are you to-day, Miss Darling?
Not very well, as your face plainly testifies; give me your hand--cold as ice! My dear child, what is the trouble now ?" At the kindness of his tone she broke down suddenly.

She had been alone so long brooding in solitude over her troubles, that she had grown hysterical.

It wanted but that kindly voice and look to open the closed flood-gates of her heart.